La Renarde and I started hanging out a lot. I’d go over to her house, and she’d take me to her room and talk Travel. I started to wonder if I’d get to kiss her if I became a good enough Reality Traveler.
“I think I might be able to MeToo Realities about songs,” I told her once.
“That could be so Reality Travel,” she said. “What do you listen to?”
“Oh, like Mariah Carey.”
“Mariah Carey?… Gross!”
I was shocked by her reaction. I’d never met someone before who didn’t like something from the Great List of Old Songs.
“What’s gross about her?” I said.
“She’s so not Reality Travel.”
“But she’s had so many Hits, doesn’t that mean lots of people can MeToo about her?”
“No, they MeToo about her for all the wrong reasons. Like just cuz of how she looks.”
“But what about her voice?”
“So what, her songs aren’t about anything good.”
“‘Anytime You Need a Friend’ is a song about not being lonely.”
“Boring. Like every song is about not being lonely.”
“Maybe a lot of people can MeToo about that.”
“Reality Travelers should never be lonely. They’re supposed to be Traveling to New Realities constantly.”
“Here, you need to listen to some Reality Travel Music.”
Then she played one of her favorite bands. I’d never heard of them cuz they weren’t on The Radio.
“Who is this?” I said.
“They don’t have a name. Isn’t that so Reality Travel?!”
“How do you know about them?”
“I met them at a party in Ohio Industrial City (Steel). They’re so Reality Travel. They don’t want to ever be famous and their lead singer has a conventionally unattractive body.”
Their music sounded like they were playing the wrong notes on purpose, and they didn’t even have chords. There was some screeching from an unknown instrument/voice, and you couldn’t understand the lyrics to know what the song was about. I couldn’t get The Chills from it even tho I tried hard.
“It doesn’t sound right to me,” I said.
“That’s because you’re not Reality Travel enough yet,” she said. “You’ve only ever listened to the very non-Reality Travel Radio.”
“You mean nothing on The Radio is Reality Travel?”
“No, it’s too easy. The Radio chooses the music for you. A Reality Traveler is only supposed to discover music from New Realities on their Travels.”
“I don’t know, La Renarde. Sometimes I’ll listen to The Radio and eerie coincidences will happen like the time I heard four different Journey songs in a row on three different stations. It’s like The Goddess of Music was trying to send me some kind of message.”
“That wasn’t a Goddess. That was just inevitable cuz The Radio way overplays Journey.”
“You don’t like Journey either?”
“Journey is like the least Reality Travel music ever made.”
“But they’re my favorite band, and they always give me The Chills.”
“The Chills aren’t everything.”
I didn’t know what to do when she said that. It felt like we were the two most different Realities ever, and I wondered if I should just ask her to drive me home. But she was still weirdly smiling and then leaned over and hugged me. Her body was soft, and she smelled good.
“Aww,” she said. “I know this is too advanced Reality Travel for you right now.”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Hold on, I think I have something we both might like.”